"What remains for me to do is to smash this mirror to pieces with a stone… Is it not the first time the nightmare of temporary loss of memory has taken hold of my imagination whenever, by the inflexible laws of optics, I happen to stand before my own unrecognisable image."
— quoted from Maldoror and Poems, by Comte de Lautréamont.
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